| The glorious days are now fading away
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| The kingdom is covered in darker shades
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| The kingdom, a snake, has taken to the throne
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| A man of evil, to the world unknown
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| Pray! |
| Oh people pray, I am a God who decides your fate
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| Obey, you shall obey, don’t wait for a savior, its to late!
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| I am your. |
| KING
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| His brother he sits six feet under the floor
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| Chains round his hands, not a king anymore
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| Don’t care 'bout the throne of the things to be done
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| He screams out in anger: Where is my son?!
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| Pray! |
| Oh people pray, I am a God who decides your fate
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| Obey, you shall obey, don’t wait for a savior, its to late!
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| Voices from a darker world, whispers in his head
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| When he stands before them, a mass so unaware
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| Of the plans he made up in his mind, not of the good kind
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| With a strong voice, he shouts to them: Listen you are mine
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| Kneel before your master (Bow down for your king) |